May the moon appear in the sky,
Or hide behind the cloud,
Its oneness with the earth,
Remains unquestionable.
May god grant happiness or sorrow,
A true devotee continues,
To worship Him,
Throughout his life.
May you talk to me or keep mum,
I will continue to nurture,
My affection for you,
In my heart.
Because as an arrow,
That leaves a bow,
Does not come back to its quiver,
When a sweet feelings,
Springs up from a delicate heart,
It never dries up for any reason.
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